Grrr, when I updated, I lost the original post. Quick recap: I decided I couldn't wait for DH to get home and tried to move a queen size bed by myself. In the process, I broke the bed - ripped the wood apart like a lumberjack!
Thank you, mamas! I so didn't think I was going to be able to laugh about this for quite some time, but you've already got me giggling about it. In some ways it's just so typical of something to happen to me - home improvement gone wrong, but in other ways, I'm known for being fairly independent and not needed help. In any case, short of a cinder block to hold up that side of the bed, I really doubt this is fixable. That whole corner of the bed is now sitting on the floor. DH wont be upset - it was my bedroom set before we got married. We had to get a new set because this bed has spindles on the head and footboards and he's so tall his feet used to get caught in them.
ETA: I'm feeling kind of powerful now - like, yeah, look what I did (with attitude!)